1582 A.N.B.

A lavender mare ran through the forest, crying, panting and afraid.

She could still see her father's castle in the distance, smoking with what she had always know as home. Her family was dead, her home destroyed and now she was alone in a forest she didn't know.

"What have we done to forsaken this upon ourselves?" She asked to he moon.

"What is it thou seeks little one?" A gruff voice answered.

She uncovered her eyes, looking around she charged her horn.

"Show thyself!" She ordered. "Who dares to approach us?"

"I am but a friend, one who offers his gift to you."

"We want nothing but to slaughter the ones who killed our father." She said hatefully.

"Then, I have what is needed to do so. Something more powerful than any spell, sharper than any sword and more dangerous than a basilisk."

Before Crimson could answer, the bushes behind her moved and a large canine creature came out.

It was the shape of a thinned pony, it face was more canine but still had a ponies original shape. It's fur hung on it in silver patches, his front hooves were turned into paws with jagged nails, he was nearly four times her size. yet he seemed so peaceful to her.

"What art thou?" Crimson said, staring it in the eye.

"I am a lycan." He replied. "You have requested my gift, but be warned, it shall also be thy curse. Does thou accept?"

"If it means we would have vengeance upon our enemies, then aye. We shall see them fall."

Before she could react, he leapt forward and bit into her shoulder. She yelled out and as quickly as he appeared, he vanished into the wilderness.

She gritted her teeth, feeling the pain dissipate to be replaced by a sudden cold.

The pain was instant, the muscles on her belly retracted in on themselves, she shut her eyes and forced her mouth open in a howl of pain as her teeth shifted and grew.

She got up only to vomit from the pain. Her bones widened and lengthened, her front hooves split to form paws, the only part of them left were the claws that came out. She arched her back as the vertebra grew and lengthened. Her back hooves grew larger and heavier. She fell back on the ground as her organs twisted themselves, some even ripping before healing themselves.

Her muscles ripped apart, stitched together again and ripped apart again four times before her skin started to thicken.

Her muzzle grew longer, the bones splitting and healing as the final stages of the transformation finished. She opened and eye to the world, looking around as if it were day.

Spitting blood up, she got up and fell back into the dirt again. The cracking of the fire, burning away her memories reached her and she got up with a deafening roar. bats flew from the trees, she got up, fueled by adrenaline.

"Finally, they will all pay for their misdeeds!" She yelled hoarsely.

She pushed her way through the trees, tearing them from the ground in a mad frenzy as she ran back to the castle. She stopped when she heard a thunderclap, she growled as the rain began to pour, soaking her in the half frozen liquid.

"Get back! Get back!" A guard yelled as they dragged a line of shackled ponies down the mountain. "Get back in line!" He cracked a whip at a small filly.

She jumped away crying from the cut on her side and ran back behind a mare.

"All of thee have been charged for treason against the high king," the guard said. "As punishment, it shalt be a quick death."

Below, climbing the base of the mountain, Crimson could hear a pin drop from a mile away. She let out another roar, causing a few rocks to break free and hit her. She slid before digging her claws deeper into the hard rock.

Her first claw that made it over the edge, was struck by a whip and then a sword. She gave a yelp before putting her other claw on the top and pulling herself up. She looked at the frightened prisoners, her friends and family. And at the front was her father, bloody and bruised, staring at her sadly.

She turned back to the guards, pulling the sword from her paw. She lit her horn with a crimson aurora, causing a spiked wall of stone to come up from behind them. They readied magic bolts and fired.

She brushed away the flames, ignoring the ice as it crept up her legs and let the electricity flow through her. She crushed the first guard in her claws and slashed another in half.

She bucked one off the cliff, his armor bending into his chest as he fell with a silent scream. Now it was only her and the last guard.

She turned and saw him with a knife to her fathers throat, her eyes widened as she growled.

"I know who thee is, this peasants spawn." He sneered. "I'll take great pleasure in killing this one here. Thou may kill me, but it will be for naught, thy empire has fallen and thy blood has been tainted. Thou have been cursed by a lycan, thou shalt be killed at the stake for if another knows of thy horrid truth."

Time slowed down as the knife slid across her fathers throat, the charcoal stallion fell, his short purple mane covering his eyes as he hit the ash covered ground.

Crimson jumped and pinned the guard beneath her, with a trembling lip, she slowly crushed him. Watching as blood came out from his mouth, hearing the bones crack as his chest plate bent. Once his head fell to the side, she got off and approached her father.

She knelt down, crying as she looked at him. She turned back to the others and set them free with a spell, they all stood in attention, staring at her and their fallen ruler.

"We will never forget thou, father, not until we breath our last breath in this world of death and life. We shall always remember.." She gave a howl to the moon before letting her tears flow freely.

1897 A.N.B.

Hay Trough put her fore-legs on the rail on the front of the ship, watching as the waves went by. The salty air blowing freely through her lavender mane.

She sighed, brushing a lock of hair out from her eye, she got off and trotted below deck.

The small quarters were nothing but the regular. The wood was stained, old and slowly splintering away. She always flinched when she stepped on one particular board. Today was no different, it was always the same routine. Get up, eat an apple, correct course, think of father and then sleep.

With a sigh, she laid down in her bed, the foul smelling sheets she had grown used to didn't bother her anymore. She pulled the small blanket over herself and closed her eyes.

"Why must sleep be cast away from myself?" She asked herself as she got up. "I need no sleep today, for the sun has yet to fall."

She threw the blanket off and quickly went back up to the deck. The light momentarily blinded her, she put a hoof to her eyes before they adjusted.

She looked at the sea once more, seeing nothing but the blue waters she sighed and went to see if her course had changed.

She went to the back of the ship, opening the shaky door, hurting her ears she quickly slammed it, causing a small peace of glass to fall out from the pane.

The small room, filled with maps, ink wells, quills and parchment were only lit by a lantern hanging above the large table or through the dirty windows on the back wall.

She pulled out the chair and began to roll out the map in her hooves.

She squinted at it, tracing the latitude and longitude, looking at every continent and body of water. She looked at the compass, laying on the table from the corner of her eye and then back to the map.

She raised a single eyebrow in her direction.

"Equestria, hmm?" She said to herself. "It sounds suitable enough."

1980 A.N.B.

Twilight Sparkle traveled the streets of Canterlot, every other pony around her seemed soft to her.

As she trotted, she saw the stares she was getting and returned them with only a glance. She had gotten many over her long lifetime, so it didn't bother her anymore.

She had no feelings for them, 'why should they mean anything to a stranger?' She thought.

She passed through many streets, no direction in mind. She listened to nothing, tuning everything out, alteast until something caught her attention.

It was crying.

Curious, she hid in an alleyway and watched as a stallion and a mare, the mare crying into his shoulder. She perked her ears up and honed in on them.

"Just one is all I'm asking for...!" The mare cried. "All I want is a child, somepony to call our own."

"I know dear, maybe next time well get lucky." The stallion said. "Come on, why don't we go home and lay down for a while? I'll even make you some of that rose soup you like. That sound good?"

"Y-Yes... That would be nice." The mare sniffed.

Twilight watched them go, in a city of selfishness, they wanted nothing but one of the least selfish things. Something that she herself had lost. A family.

She felt sad for them, blinking a few times, a thought came to mind. A simple illusion spell not even an alicorn could break, not even the Draconequus that terrorized her lands at one time could break, yet, was simple enough for any unicorn to know. She knew it wasn't possible, it was before even their time, hidden away in her families archives. The only thing left after the fire, locked away in a metal chest. Her chest.

She cast the spell quickly and fluently, looking down after the sudden flash she saw her hooves had shrunk down to the size of teacups.

She peeked out from the alleyway, making sure no one had seen her, she picked up a box and dragged it with her. She followed the couple for hours, hiding in a corner or under the box if they glanced back.

They arrived at a large house, it was white, two stories and had a small flower bed on the left bottom window. After the door closed, Twilight waited until the sun had start to set before going up to the door. Climbing into her box, she used her magic to knock three times.

As the door opened, the mare came out, she looked around before seeing the small filly.

"Dear, come here!" She yelled. "Somepony left a filly on the doorstep."

"What?" He came up behind her and his eyes widened. "I don't believe this... Do you think she was left for us?"

"Maybe our prayers have been answered." The mare said. She picked Twilight up, holding her with her foreleg. "Such a sweet little thing, isn't she?"

"She is." He smiled. "What do you suppose her name should be?"

"Twiwight Spwarkle." Twilight said, trying not to blow her cover.

"Now isn't that just adorable, Twilight Sparkle. I like it; welcome to your new home, Twilight."

Twilight smiled, but internally she frowned.

'Father would be proud. Giving one's happiness to make sure others are happy.' She thought. 'I still haven't forgotten you father, and I never will.'

Author's Note

Thanks to a commentator that I shall not name, I thank you for your wise advice. I have gone through the comments and deleted the more... Heated ones, including one of my own (Which was a close second to another but definitely took the cake). For the ones who are upset on how I'm writing this, may I remind you that you do not have to read this? If you think this is garbage, then go work on your own stories or read something that can catch your interest.
I apologize to the commentators that I did yell at, furthermore, I am going to be calm and dedicated to this, to you and to the supporters. Any who shall blatantly post messages that it has errors, put it in quote boxes and say nothing more.
This makes me sound spineless just as FallenPrime mentioned, and he has a very good point. I was a douche, an ass, a wanker whatever curse anyone could think of, and I accept it. I know I was, and I know why I did it.
Because as I do enjoy criticism, just as I was at the core of the problem myself, it's just rude to say you hate the story. And believe it or not, I've never deleted any other comments; one time on accident I did. I do feel bad about doing so, but I left ones that had criticism, old ones at that, but they were straight to the point.
So, if you do not care for this story, dislike, leave and never bother with this again if you like, if not, keep saying how bad you hate it. It's not going to change a thing.

For a final note to this long message, if something confuses you, say it. I want to know, but don't go overboard with the answer.